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Get Down Lyrics

Artist: Cam'ron
Album: Purple Haze

Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)Remember Santana was nextNow its not techs, its checksAnd fancy collectsI want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettesPose for the camera manMe and Santana manWord to my grand maHe one bad mamma jamma, damSo I don't write for the stardomI get, booted, zooted, write down my problemsI've been through it headed right for the bottomD.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)Thats why I throw some doeTo my cody from costovoHelp me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)No one suppose to knowBut she lay me up like the prime ministerThousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine VinegarThat was a lot to lingerBut to the top I bring herBut when it came to dope, I always copped in fingersMoney missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingersSlit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singerFuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and EbertThis pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)Remember I'm gonna spend my cakeRemember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)Its a higher stakeSwiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cakeAnd we from BBONow you a CEODirect a Vieo [video]Your own album here we goThats my man anytime I holla, holla with meWe shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owlI hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night childWe ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owlsInsomniatics our life styles compatibleMagicalPops gone, shit tragicalMoms on missionMy house is where the attics chillI'm like a teacher, I need me a sabaticalIts not irrationalI grew up radicalAnd you all are shookI bought all my crooksFuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooksTito and Brick yes yes come againThey came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else)